Chapter 3: Attack at Diagon Alley

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Chapter 3: Attack at Diagon Alley

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The entire Weasley family and friends walked through Diagon Alley, looking for school supplies and such. The students all wore their Magi uniforms under their clothes against their will. Catriona and Drake Onsu had stopped by and reminded them of constant vigilance and constant danger. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Aurora, Neve, Draco, Neville, and Luna walked together to the sweet shop. Harry went in first. As he was going in, he walked right into another guy. They went to the floor. Harry rubbed his backside as he stood up. The guy looked up at him.

"Sorry about that. I didn't see you coming," he said. He looked at Harry's robes and saw that he had the Hogwarts symbol on them. "So you're going to Hogwarts?" the guy asked. Harry nodded.

"Are you attending also?" Harry asked. That was when a girl with dark brown hair and small gray slits for eyes walked over to them. She looked at Harry for a moment and then looked at the boy.

"J'ai vu que vous tombez. Vous sont bien?" the girl asked. The boy nodded.

"Ouí. Ava, parle l'anglais," the guy said. The girl nodded. Harry's group had dispersed and was now roaming about the candy store. "I'm Tommy Zaviera. This is my twin sister, Avarielle," Tommy said. Harry nodded.

"I'm Harry Potter. I'm a seventh-year at Hogwarts. What year are you guys?" Harry asked. Tommy looked awfully familiar, but Harry couldn't quite place where he'd seen him before.

"We're also seventh-years. We just moved here from France. Our mother had business here," Tommy said. That's when Neve walked over to Harry. She seemed to ignore the other two. Tommy looked at her with wide eyes.

"Harry, which one do you think I should get?" Neve held up two large jawbreakers. Harry looked at her.

"How about that one? Neve, this is Tommy and Avarielle Zaviera," Harry said. Neve turned to look at the twins. She smiled when she saw Tommy. He was really cute. Draco was watching this scene from across the room. Aurora was examining some jellybeans when she noticed Draco glaring in her sister's direction.

"What is wrong, Draco?" she asked. Draco shook his head.

"I don't think I like the way he's eyeing your sister," he said. Aurora laughed.

"So now you are getting protective of Neve? This is too much! At first you did not care what happened to her. Why the sudden change of heart?" Aurora asked, putting three bags of jellybeans in the basket she was carrying. Draco looked at her.

"I just am. Don't ask questions. Would you rather me fight with her day and night?" Draco asked in a harsh voice. Aurora shook her head. "So shut your trap, then."

"You are so mean to me, Draco Willem Malfoy." Aurora poked out her lower lip.

"I am Neveah Assante. Just call me Neve. You said your name was Avrielle?" Neve asked Avarielle. The girl shook her head.

"It's Avarielle. Just call me Ava. I don't like my real name anyway. What year are you?"

"I'm a sixth-year. You are..."

"...seventh-years. I'm Ginny Weasley." Ginny walked up behind Harry and Neve. Ava and Tommy looked at each other and smirked.

"You're a telepath," Ava said. Ginny smiled.

"Only partially. You're a full-fledged one," Ginny replied. Ava nodded. Ron and Hermione walked over to them carrying small bags. Neville, Luna, Draco, and Aurora followed. After formal introductions, Harry came up with an idea.

"Why don't we all go to the Leaky Cauldron?" he asked. Everyone nodded and then looked at the fraternal twins.

"Sure. We haven't anything better to do. Our mother has already left with our supplies. Our flat is down the street on the other side," Ava said. Hermione nodded. The eleven of them all trekked to the Leaky Cauldron and sat. Harry ordered eleven butterbeers.

"So, where are you all from?" Ron asked, taking a sip of his butterbeer. Ava looked in his direction.

"We were born in Spain. Then, we lived here until we were nine. We moved to France after that. Our mother doesn't like living in one place too long. We went to Beauxbatons for six years, and then we moved back here. Our mother said she had unfinished business here. Something about our father. We've never met him. We were always told he was dead. But, apparently he isn't. We haven't seen her much since we've been here," Ava said. Someone with a caged snake sat next to them by the next table. The others became engaged in a conversation. Harry noticed the snake talking.

"I am not happy being here. I do not like humans very much," a voice said. Harry realized that it was the snake talking. But, who was she talking to? Harry heard another voice speaking in Parseltongue. It was a female voice. He looked at Ava.

"Humans aren't that bad. In ancient times, some humans use to worship snakes. Your master can't be that bad," she said. Harry stared at her with wide eyes. As they finished talking, Ava looked back over in the circular table.

"You're a Parselmouth?" Harry asked. Ava nodded.

"I don't understand how, though."

"What House were you placed in?"

"I was placed in Slytherin. Tommy was placed in Gryffindor. Are you a Parselmouth too?" Ava asked, taking a sip of her butterbeer.

"Yes. Draco's in Slytherin. He's the only one of us that is. Luna's in Ravenclaw. The rest of us are in Gryffindor. I got my ability to speak to snakes from a person I don't care too much about," Harry said the last sentence glumly. Ava nodded.

"My mother is a Parselmouth. She said my father was one, too. She doesn't understand how Tommy didn't receive this gift. Instead, he's a natural Soliopath," Ava said. "I'd much rather have that ability. I can do Soliopathy, but I'm not a natural one. I don't encounter too many snakes. My mother has one named Nyoka. It's a long python. It obeys only my mother and I," Ava said. Her gray eyes were almost mesmerizing.

"I wonder who's Head Boy this year," Ginny said. Aurora looked at Draco, who seemed to not have heard Ginny's statement.

"Draco is," Aurora said happily. Draco looked over at her at the sound of his name.

"What?" he said. Hermione looked crushed at this news. "Is something wrong with me being Head Boy, Granger?" Draco asked.

"No, no. That's not it. I just always thought that the last person to be Head Boy would be you," Hermione said. "And stop calling me Granger. I call you by your first name. Why can't you do the same for me?"

"I see, GRANGER. Well, sorry to bust your fucking bubble, but deal with it. I'm Head Boy, and there's nothing you can do about it," Draco said. Sensing the oncoming fight with words and possibly wands, Ron immediately asked a question.

"Mione, did you do something to your hair? It smells exceptionally lovely today. Plus, it's really shiny and soft. It's like touching silk," Ron said, playing with her hair. Hermione glared at Draco one last time, who blew her a kiss. Then she looked at Ron and smiled.

"I just washed it with this new shampoo. Do you like the way it smells, Ronnie?" she asked. Ron nodded, smiling at her. He noticed that Neve and Tommy hadn't stopped talking since they got in there.

"Do you guys mind letting us in on the conversation, too?" Luna asked them. Neve looked over at the rest of the group and blushed, making her caramel skin almost pink.

"Oh, we were just talking about what kind of things go on at Hogwarts. That's all," Neve said. Everyone looked at her with "Yeah right" looks on their faces. Draco was glaring daggers. He really didn't like the way Tommy was looking at her. Aurora noticed this.

"Would you please stop looking at him like you are going to pounce on him, Draco. Neve is an excellent judge of character. Plus, I am very certain that she can take care of herself. She did with Sloan. Not to mention she can whoop your sorry arse," Aurora said. Draco cringed at the thought of that scumbag. It brought back quite unpleasant memories.

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They left the Leaky Cauldron several minutes later, bustling about with the bags they were carrying. Neve and Tommy were walking ahead of the group. Draco and Aurora were behind them. Suddenly, the ground in front of Neve and Tommy exploded, sending rocks flying everywhere. On instinct, Neve pushed Tommy to the ground and untied her robe. Tommy looked up at her.

"Stay down, Tommy," she said, pulling out her wand. About fifteen Death Eaters were swarming all over the place, cursing anything that moved. Neve took aim at three of them. They looked at her and laughed.

"What are you going to do, little girl?" one of them sneered. Neve smiled.

"Stupefy!" Neve yelled. Her Stunning Spell was relatively strong. Tommy watched in amazement as the group took on the Death Eaters nearly alone. A few other wizards had joined in the good fight also. Then there just people screaming and running frantically around. Soon, the Death Eaters were either tied up, in a body bind, or Stunned. Neve walked back to pick up her robe. Then, a scream was heard. Everyone whirled to see two Death Eaters holding Tommy and Hermione.

"Tommy!" Ava started forward. Aurora stopped her. The Death Eater pushed his wand into Tommy's head. Hermione's wand was on the ground next to her foot. She struggled in the man's grip. Ron started to take a step forward, his ears as red as his hair.

"Take another step, boy, and the girl gets it," he said. Ron stopped moving. The Death Eater smiled. That was when a POP was heard behind the two Death Eaters. A woman wearing the same attire as the Death Eaters walked forward. She removed her hood, revealing long red hair. Harry thought he'd seen her before. Neve and Aurora gasped. The woman smiled.

"Nice to see you again, girls. Did you miss me?" the woman said. Harry looked at Aurora and Neve, who now had their wands pointed.

"Who's she?" Harry asked, looking back and forth between the three. Neve snarled something in Italian. Harry looked confused until Aurora spoke.

"She is Lady Nicola Feleti. She is basically the equivalent of Voldemort in Italy. You know. She is like the She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She's our grandfather's biggest problem. What are you doing in London, Nicola?" Aurora asked the woman. Nicola definitely looked evil.

"I'm just helping an old friend out," Nicola said. She walked forward. She eyed Harry and smiled.

"You must be Harry Potter. Oh, Tom has told me oh so much about you, Mr. Potter. Not to mention that you do..." Nicola did not finish. She smirked as she looked at Harry. Harry wanted nothing but to hex her.

"Tom? You mean Voldemort, don't you?" Harry asked Nicola. Nicola nodded.

"Oh, I don't bother calling him that. We've known each other for so long. So very long..." Nicola said. Her voice trailed off as if she was remembering a very fond memory. Aurora and Neve looked at each other for a second. "Anyway, let's go. Send Dumbledore our regards. Arrivederci, ladies." Nicola pulled out a glass Portkey and walked over to the two Death Eaters still holding Hermione and Tommy. Everyone disappeared when they touched it. Ava ran forward.

"Where did he go!?" Ava yelled. She turned and faced the group. Ron was practically seething with anger. That's when Ron's parents came running up. A woman with dark brown hair ran up with them. Harry recognized her also, but couldn't place where. She was looking around frantically.

"Avarielle! Thank goodness! Where's Tomas?" the woman asked, hugging her daughter tightly. Ava pushed her mother away.

"Some lady took him. She took him and another girl we met named Hermione," Ava said. The woman looked at the others, and they nodded. Mrs. Weasley clasped her hands over her mouth.

"Oh, no. Dumbledore has to be alerted immediately. Come children. We need to leave. It was nice meeting you... What did you say your name was?" Mr. Weasley said. The woman looked over at Mr. Weasley after checking to see if her daughter was bleeding.

"I'm Giovanna Zaviera. I have to go. Allons, Avarielle," Giovanna was off. Ava looked back at her friends.

"Thanks for saving me. I'll see you at school." Ava turned to walk off.

"Ava!" Aurora called after her. Ava turned around and looked at her. Aurora smiled weakly.

"We will find him, Ava. I promise," she said. Ava nodded and headed off after her mother.

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Back at the Burrow, a meeting was being held downstairs. Mrs. Weasley had refused to let them know what exactly was going on. She'd banned them from downstairs if they weren't in the Order.

"This really sucks ass, you guys. If anyone should be downstairs at that bloody meeting it should be Potter and Aurora. They're the main targets, right?" Draco said. Everyone nodded. Fred looked over at his brother as Angelina played with his hair.

"Ron, are you okay?" he asked. Ron looked in his direction. His eyes were nearly burning with fury. He'd been throwing a ball up and down. He caught it once again.

"Yeah, I'm peachy..." Ron stood up. "Fucking..." He threw the ball at the wall, and it lodged itself in the wall. "KEEN!" Ron yelled. Everyone jumped at his outburst. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Well, I don't think he wants to know the joyous news with that attitude, does he?" Angelina said, mostly to herself. Everyone looked at her with a confused face. Harry took that as he cue to leave. He went after Ron. Aurora and Neve looked at Angelina.

"What joyous news?" Neve asked. Angelina looked up from playing with George's hair. It was like she hadn't realized she'd been talking out loud. Eighteen eyes were glued on her.

"I-I-I'm not sure that I should tell you," Angelina stammered. They all leaned in closer to her.

"Just spill it, Angie," Fred said. Angelina looked around the room and then sighed.

"Well, Hermione started getting really sick and stuff in the morning recently. I asked if she'd been taking the potion. She said that she got lazy with it only for a little while. I asked how long, and she said for about two months. Then I asked when was the last time she and Ron... you know. Keep in mind that this was about a month ago. She told me before they did it before they went off for vacation. I'm sure you've all seen her mood swings and stuff. She found out about two days ago for sure when she noticed she'd been gaining weight. Hermione's pregnant. She hasn't told Ron yet, and she doesn't really know how she'll tell him," Angelina said really fast. The room sat in shock.

"Granger? Pregnant? This is too much! I didn't know that Weasley had it in him," Draco said, smiling smugly. Aurora slapped him hard on the back of his head. Draco turned and glared daggers at his girlfriend.

"Change the subject, you guys. I think Hermione should tell him. No one is to say anything about it. Now, did you like that Tommy boy, Neve?" Ginny said slyly. Neve looked over at Ginny, who was raising her eyebrows. She blushed, and Draco sighed.

"I don't like him at all," Draco blurted out. He received another slap from Aurora. "That is really starting to get on my nerves, woman," he grumbled. Neve shot her eyes at Draco for a minute and then looked back at Ginny.

"I think he's really sweet. I hope nothing bad happens to him." Neve turned and looked out the window.

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Downstairs, Dumbledore was talking to some of the Order's members.

"Molly, who was taken?" he asked.

"Hermione and this woman's son. She said his name was Tomas," Mrs. Weasley said. She looked very dismal. "What do you think we should do, Dumbledore? I mean, has Voldemort tried to contact you in any way?"

"I'm afraid not, Molly. Who witnessed the abduction?"

"All of the students and Tomas' sister, Avarielle," Mrs. Weasley replied. Dumbledore nodded.

"Go and get them," he said. Charlie nodded and went upstairs. When he returned, everyone was there with the exception of Ron and Harry.

"Where's Harry and Ron?" Charlie asked.

"Harry's playing damage control. You know how Ron is about Hermione," George said. Charlie nodded. Dumbledore looked out over all of them.

"Now, what exactly happened?"

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Voldemort looked down at Hermione and Tommy. Giovanna stood next to him.

"That's him?" Voldemort asked Giovanna in a barely audible voice. Giovanna nodded. Voldemort kneeled down on the boy. Tommy was the exact image of Voldemort when he was 17. It was like looking in a mirror over 50 years ago. Voldemort touched his son's face. Tommy flinched, but did not wake up.

"Oh, stop being so bloody sentimental, Tom. This scene is so fucking sweet, I'm getting cavities. I don't understand why you need him anyway," a sinister female's voice said from the corner. Voldemort stood and looked towards the source of the voice. Lady Nicola Feleti sat there, playing with her nails. She stood up and walked over to them, glaring at her sister, Giovanna.

"Nicola, why did you decide to come back all of a sudden?" Voldemort asked. Nicola smiled.

"Well, when I heard that my dear sister had returned to her past love, I thought that I had to see this to believe it. We don't get much news in Italy, you see. Plus, Vanna over there left me. Then, to think, she didn't even tell me about her children. I would've been a stupendous aunt. I would've spoiled them to the best of my ability. I can only imagine what you did when you found out, Tom," Nicola said. Giovanna frowned. She really didn't like her sister. Especially not after what she did seventeen years ago.

"Maybe I would've told him if Tom wasn't such a genocidal lunatic back then. Then, that Potter boy deflected a curse that made him disappear for twelve years. It was by the grace of God that I even decided to come back in the first place. Plus, my leaving didn't stop you from sleeping with him when I was gone, did it, Nic? How did your husband take that when he found out?" Giovanna asked pointedly. Nicola's smirk was wiped off of her face. She took a step forward. Voldemort realized he was standing in the center of a war zone and took a step back.

Rodolphus and Bellatrix walked in with Lucius Malfoy following. They looked at the scene between the two sisters with interest. They could practically see the lightning crackling between the two siblings.

"Well, Lord Gianni Feleti didn't see anything wrong with it, as he is now dearly departed," Nicola said evilly. Giovanna gasped.

"You KILLED your own husband, Nic?" she asked. Nicola had a sinister smile on her face. Bellatrix was impressed. This woman was nearly as scary as her. Nicola pulled out her wand and examined it.

"Well, yes... and no. It all depends on YOUR definition of murder, Vanna. You see, Gianni found out what I'd been doing on my 'business' trips. So, he threatened to turn me in to the Italian Ministry. Naturally, I backed him into a corner. Well, it was more or less the Suicidio Curse that did the trick. Everyone thought he had an unfortunate ACCIDENT," Nicola said as if it was just like brushing her teeth in the morning. Giovanna shook her head.

"You unimaginable bitch," she whispered.

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, Vanna. You, of all people, should know that," Nicola said, nodding towards Tommy. Then she turned and walked out just as Tommy woke up. He looked up and saw his mother.

"Mamá. Where are we?" he asked, standing. He looked around the room and saw Hermione lying on the ground. She was still completely out of it. Giovanna looked at Voldemort, who took a step forward.

"Tomás, ceci est votre père, Tom Riddle. Il qui est vous êtes après nommé. Il est aussi su comme Lord Voldemort," Giovanna said. Tommy looked very confused for a moment. Then he looked at the man who was supposed to be his father.

"Hello," he said slowly. Voldemort nodded in his direction.

"Hello, Tomás."

"Mamá, where is Ava?" Tommy asked. Giovanna looked at Voldemort.

"She's at home. Tomás, we're going to ask you to do something for us. Since you are your father's only son, you are expected to fulfill a duty. If you refuse, harm will come to those whom you love," Giovanna said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Tommy looked between his parents. He took a deep breath.

"What is it?"

"You must become a Death Eater," Voldemort said. "Lucius, use the fireplace to get the girl back. She is of no use to us. I have no idea why she was brought here anyway," he said. Lucius nodded and picked up Hermione. She opened her eyes drowsily. She couldn't focus on anything. Lucius placed her in the fireplace and took a handful of Floo powder.

"The Burrow!" he threw the powder down at Hermione, and she was gone in a burst of green flames.

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Hermione slid out from the fireplace, coughing up dust particles. Ron and Harry were currently occupying the room. They both stood and pulled their wands. Hermione continued to cough. She sat up slowly. Ron dropped his wand and threw himself all over her.

"Mione! You're okay!" He hugged her. Hermione smiled weakly.

"Ronnie... Ronnie... I can't breathe," she croaked. Ron loosened his grip on her. He helped her up.

"Come on you two. Let's go tell the Order you're back," Harry said, smiling at his sooty best friends.

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Back at the Riddle house, Tommy was looking utterly confused.

"What's a Death Eater?" he asked.

"They follow me. They are my loyal servants. Now, it is purely your choice whether or not you want to become one. But, if you choose unwisely, you'll watch those you love suffer in most horrible ways," Voldemort said, walking forward towards his son.

"People like who? You wouldn't hurt Mamá or Ava, would you?" he asked. Voldemort smirked.

"I'd do what I'd have to do. What's it going to be, Tomás?" Voldemort asked. Tommy looked at his mother, who averted his eyes. He thought of Ava and his new friends, especially Neve.

"All right. I'll do it. What do I have to do?"

"You'll be my spy at Hogwarts. Now, give me your arm." Voldemort held out his hand. Tommy took it. Voldemort put his wand to it. Tommy threw his head back in pain as the Dark Mark was burned into his skin. Giovanna looked away from them, tears stinging her eyes. Voldemort noticed this. "This is necessary, Vanna," he said softly. Giovanna nodded. Tommy ripped his arm away from Voldemort as he stopped. He looked at the mark on his normally pale skin. Then he looked back up at Voldemort. Nicola smiled.

"Won't people see this and know?" Tommy asked, breathing hard.

"I put a special mark on you, Tomás. It will be invisible to all except those who are already Death Eaters. You are to tell no one of this. Not even your sister. You do not know I am your father. We never even had this conversation. You will report to me when I ask. Understand?" Voldemort asked. Tommy nodded.

"I do. Can I go now?" Tommy asked, looking resentfully at his mother. Giovanna nodded and put her arm around her son.

"Oh, and Tomás?" Voldemort called after them. Tommy turned around to meet his father's eyes.

"Ouí?"

"I would advise you not to get too close to anyone. Especially not any females. They can become real weaknesses. Believe me, Tomás. I know from past experiences," he said, looking at Giovanna, who glared right back at him. Tommy nodded, thinking of Neve. He then turned and walked out with his mother.

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J'ai vu que vous tombez. Vous sont bien = I saw you fall. Are you okay?

Ouí. Ava, parle l'anglais = Yes. Ava, speak English.

Allons, Avarielle = Let's go, Avarielle.

Tomas, ceci est votre père, Tom Riddle. Il qui est vous êtes après nommé. Il est aussi su comme Lord Voldemort = Tomas, this is your father, Tom Riddle. He is who you are named after. He is also known as Lord Voldemort